.
It's when sunrise exchange
Embraces with sunset.
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It's when the pacific ocean
Rest ashore - lie asleep.
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It's also when -
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Grandpa came home
DEFEATED
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His tired eyelids rest-upon
The love he has for mothers.
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A love
Fortified against the wind
Against the uprising of
Death's overgarment.
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A love
He'll give for the truth of
One.
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His hands, clasp together
A message that will last
Forever.
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It's been twelve years, now
And I still cry why
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Why can't I believe
That the brightest star
Echoes his everlasting wisdom?
.
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Is it really true? That
'To leave a spring flower-
Is for the gold and the better.'?
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sav 11-17-07
Daffodil, there is some powerful imagery contained in these sparsely worded but poignant lines. The title suggests, the poem delivers and the last stanza poses an infinitely ethereal conclusion. Rgds, Ivan
Reading this one leaves me very sad. But it is put together beautifuly. lIfe can treat us roughly and there is going to be pain and sorrow. Each of us, goes through the misery of pain, physical or emotional, most everyday...most especially in the loosing a loved one too soon, as i did my mother. Keep on writing, your work is beautiful! Theo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deeply felt, beautifully delivered. You are a fine imagist. Warm regards, Sandra